potty mouth
avril asks, "why you gotta go and make things so complicated?"i don't know, avril. it's just what i do. maybe it's because i never had an imaginary friend as a child and instead i rehash all of my adolescent complexities as an adult. wait a minute. i don't have to explain myself to you. you're canadian. your non-country is famous for ice hockey and celine dion. that's right, i said non-country. so there. hmph.
anyway, my latest and most definitely not greatest complication is the the topic of public restroom etiquette...
scenario 1: you walk into a bathroom and see someone you know. mind you, i'm not talking about female co-dependent bathroom behavior, this is just seeing someone you know. let's use the office restroom as an example. you walk in there. you recognize person x. you say hi, x says hi. you both go into your respective stalls. x starts saying something about a project that you're working on. you answer. x keeps talking. you flush. you wash your hands. you dry your hands. you fix your hair. x is still talking. now what do you do?
scenario 2: you're standing in line for two unisex one at a time bathrooms. there are people behind you. door on the left opens, revealing a grossly overweight teenage male who is scratching his head furiously with one hand and holding up his dirty sweat pants with the other. two seconds later, the door on the right opens, and out comes a petite middle-aged woman in a business suit who uses a paper towel facilitate the door handle. they're basically both open, but the door on the left came first. and you're next. which door do you choose?
you are cordially invited to humor me.
thank you for your time.
posted by erica @ 11:29 AM
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